Cool As Always

Not much of a poet but i

Cool As Always

I don’t dare test you,

just you; one nail fits perfectly

In the slit between my two-teeth, and

nonsensical and plainly I,

Cool as always, slip through

My sliced front that I

Love you, no matter how you treat me.

And then I think a quarter finally

Fits.

You smile, cool as always

Only In Dreams

In my dreams I take the wheel,

caress the side. With one quick

finger I feel the carcass of that

leather, it is now skin,

And I am unable to go further,

I postulate my affection, I argue

my worth to you, I put it for sale, yes,

but in my dreams I take the wheel—

and now it is wood,

and I am in a pit of the road

again,

till the next dream I’ll take the wheel